SPADE
I didn’t know what pissed me off. Was it waking up without my wife in bed, or was she there, swimming in her lacy underwear while Terzo’s men were watching her without her even knowing it?
I wasn’t strict about how she dressed because she was confident in her own body. She was gorgeous. Protective? Maybe. I just wanted to protect her, and I definitely wouldn’t share her with anyone. She was mine and mine alone.
Fuck. Maybe I was possessive, but s**t. She was my wife. My Robyn. My princess.
“Why are you not eating? You don’t like the food?” I’d been watching her stabbing, mixing baked eggs and cheese in her plate. Her coffee was getting cold, too. The fresh-baked goods should have captured her attention, but no. She was in a deep scowl.
“I’m not hungry.” She lifted the coffee
